Yes, it is a wonderful world out there to ride all over.....just keep your eyes open, and your wits about you.

I am happy to read that Lynn is doing much better, and that her arm and fingers have healed.

Had a less serious injury in Northern Mexico in January 2013. Stopped at a gas station for some cool drinks, when a car loaded with 3 banditos came pulling in, ran into me on purpose, and broke the fibula bone of my right leg. We were returning from watching the Dakar Rally, having ridden down to Chile' & Bolivia from Seattle, and were on our way back. My riding buddy was inside the convenience store, and watched this all unfold. After the 3 banditos robbed me of all the cash I had in my pockets, and stole my laptop, digital camera and cell phone, as they pulled away and their car released the pressure on my right leg, I knew my fibula was broken.

My riding buddy was a former Army Medic, and I have an MD in my educational history, so we both knew we didn't want to seek medical attention in Nor Mexico, when we were 70 miles south of the USA border.

Long story...short.....1900 miles home with a strapped up leg, and got to the hospital once we hit Seattle area 3 days later. My riding buddy had been able to reset the fibula bone, and brace my leg well enough, that all came out okay.

Having ridden motorcycles all over the world, all 7 continents, this was my only medical issue, and negative situation I have come across with foreign nationals, in all these years.

This has been a good thread, lets not F it up?
MC injuries riding outside of USA are a topic of interest to many riders.
My only out of country riding experience is on-road in Mexico. The majority of medical needs will be met there for reasonable fees, if you get charged. My experience at a Mexican hospital (Pachuca) was such that when I asked the guy how much money I owed, he said, "Ah, senor, it is a gift of Mexico", not that i had a compound fracture,etc..

Sorry Tewster, I'm not buying it. I've followed your rides, your mishaps, your adventures. For gods sake you rode to PBay on a 250! We don't ride to be safe, we ride precisely because its not safe. It forces us to see, smell and feel the road, it makes us meet folks we would never have meet, and it allows us to find our edges...then stick a toe past that edge. We'll meet in D2D next year and maybe both of us can convince ourselves to stick a toe past the edge of our southern border.